Blue nods, slowly. "Not everything, but some of it. Zombies, right, sort of?" The first time they'd run into each other, it had been Beth herself as a zombie (or something like it) that had been after her, dead and feral and wrists-slit, horrible. She hadn't known her well, but you didn't have to know someone well to help them get away from something like that. She'd been watching everyone she loved die over and over at the time. That place had been awful, though it had brought some of her favorite people into her life.

It feels like ages ago, and not long at all. A different era, definitely. It's sometimes hard for her to remember not everyone has experienced those weeks of terror and dark as part of arriving here. Most of what Darrow's thrown at her since then hasn't beat that, except the parts that were straight from Henrietta.

"A different kind than Ellie's, but the same end of the world."